Saturday, August 30, 2008

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

more glad game redux

I've been rather cantankerous lately. My sister from another mister, J, has reminded me again to count my blessings. I'm long overdue. So here's my list:

My mom reminding me that I should be nicer to people because even if I find them to be totally grating on my very last nerve. She enlightened me to the fact that they could be experiencing different stresses that I can't relate to. I'm going to make a Mozart concerto effort.
A teeth cleaning appointment on Friday {sounds weird, but I love going to the dentist}
Picking up R from PR tomorrow night, then spending the long weekend together. R calling from the territories to say that Chelsea ClinTON was wearing a Marimekko dress made out of the same fabric as his tie.

Weekend road trip to Tucson to see our best friend Zeke & the LAL dudes.
Dinner the night before with other buds, a record convention the next morning, and lunch at Feast. I'm so excited to eat there! I've heard so many amazing things about it!
My parents and grandparents for instilling me with good manners.
Popping my Pilate's cherry. I've found out that I have no such core. And my instructor is this ultra crunchy cutie lady that comes over and pushes on your feet.
Spying one of my college mentors at the gym. I padded quietly behind her, about to say hello, but she was enjoying such a sweet moment with her husband, I didn't want to interrupt. They had their pointer fingers hooked and were gazing into each others eyes, with ear-to-ear toothy smiles. It was just nice to see that she was still around ASU. I'll say hi next time and hope that R and I can be like that someday.
My bike has not been stolen or scrapped after I carelessly abandoned it on campus for a few months. I pumped up the tires and gave it a good pedal tonight. There's nothing I love more than aimlessly riding around at night.
My ever so lovely and super boss boss lady.
Receiving my first recruiter call today! I'm wanted! I can haz skillz? I realize these head hunters work on commission and cold call industry peeps all day, but it still makes my ego feel good. hah!
My endlessly patient and loving friends who still talk to me, even when I can be an evil cunt who drops off the face of the planet every now and again.
Lunch with my old boss tomorrow at artyfarty sandwich shop, Orange Table. When a restaurant has a myspace page...
Project Runway waiting for me to log off on the TIVO.
Chihuahuas on cheeseburgers
Consuming halved mini watermelons straight from the "bowl."
Summertime Monsoons
the Red Soxs blowing out those damn Yanks 11-3.
Finding my mind, esteem, voice, self, after losing it for a while.


I can't wait to see these buds!
You should come if you are in the area. Heck, come out even if you're not in the area! I smell road trips and beef jerky!!!
@ Solar Culture Gallery
31 E. Toole Ave
Tucson, AZ 85701

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

"my sisterhood of the traveling pantsuits..."

Seriously, if the shaky video doesn't make you nauseated, my incessant background snot snarfing surely will. HAHA. Oh boy, that introduction montage, Bill mouthing "I love you" & "good one" beaming with pride, and Hillary's graciousness made me go a big soft blubbery one. WAHH. There was not a single dry (old lady) eye in the house.

My two favorite things:


Sunday, August 24, 2008

R&G's Beijing Olympic Recap in quotes:

  • "What's that stroke called?" "It's called the idiot stroke, because no one swims like that!" -on the men's butterfly 200m swim.
  • "I'm so sick of watching these uptight ecobitches." "Ecobitches?!?! Perfect." "Yeah, they're the ones that give you shitty looks at AssWholeFoods." -on the USA Women's beach volleyball team
  • "Shawn John." "The rapper?" "No, the gymnast." -on US gymnast Shawn Johnson
  • "Yeah, that one's a little cunty."-on US gymnast Nastia Lukin
  • "SNNNNARRFFF! *tear*" -on Shawn Johnson's gold medal win
  • "I've never heard of a Chinese person with a lisp!" -on SJ's coach Liang Chow
  • "Is that Borat's dad?" "Wahwahweewah!"-on the fucking nutcase that is Bella Karolyi
  • "Blac---yella don't crack." "They wouldn't be complaining if they were winning." -on the Chinese Women's gymnastic team age controversy
  • "God, what assholes!"-on Bob Costas and the rest of the commentators
  • "His tiny teeth bother me." -on Michael Phelps' intolerably small grill
  • "I love it when they throw up." -on the puddle of vomit at the 200m track and field finish line
  • "Back at the Bird's Nest..." "CHIRP CHIRP!" "I thought you hated birds?" "In practice, but I like them in theory." -on Herzog and DeMeuron's architectural masterpiece

ps. we've booked our November Beijing trip! I can't wait!

Top 5 Current Wants

  1. a colonic
  2. an iPhone
  3. new running shoes
  4. Givenchy mascara
  5. fall weather
{i dreamt that i bought some of #4 with mary kate at walmart last night.}

Saturday, August 23, 2008


I joined the Fiber Arts Group at work. They meet every first Wednesday. These two old ladies, (one of whom is a total Kids in the Hall character, and the other is straight outta Best in Show) are super fucking stoked on me. They were kicking around the idear of knitting/crocheting helmet liners for our troops. I would much rather prefer to make a retarded dog sweater or a creepy stuffed animal or something. Ooh, that sounded mean.
Check out this adorable little deer that my friend Melinda's 15 yr old sister Mandy made!

Friday, August 22, 2008

A Tale of Two Edies

{click to enlarge}

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

I ♥ NY

...and only 3 days to cram it all in.
edit: +le petite bateau+charcoal portrait!

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

I've finally got it all figured out...

There are three types of people in this world {town}:
  1. An Eastside person
  2. A Stinkweed's person
  3. A Zia's person

Monday, August 11, 2008


Got our tickets! Orchestra pit. 8th row.

Comme and Go:

Comme des Garçons for H&M!
I love it when high fashion slums it for mass market. That means cheapasses like me can afford nice clothes. Now only if there were an H&M around...

Thursday, August 07, 2008

And she's back!

PARIS, March 2, 2008 – Lace made for a fascinating fetish object at the Prada show in Milan last week. At her little-sister label, Miuccia Prada fixated on, of all things, jockey uniforms. "I wanted to take sport in a new direction," she said afterward. The show began in quite literal fashion with a jumpsuit of bold, color-blocked primary silks, worn over bare legs and cone-shaped heels. Each model's initials were embroidered in leather letters above her left breast, and each wore a fitted horse hood that snapped below her chin, along with a full face of makeup.

From there, the races-to-runway uniform morphed into densely knit blouson sweaters over long shorts and duchesse-satin tunics and track jackets that topped straight skirts. In a stroke of parallelism between her two collections, Prada showed narrow, laser-cut felt shifts and dresses in graphic floral or chevron lace that offered hide-and-seek peeks of the stretch-jersey bodysuits in contrasting colors underneath. For evening, the lace became matte sequins.

Coming at the tail end of a month of shows, the sports reference seemed curiously off-subject. Maybe that's just Miuccia, always a few steps ahead. Still, all the horseplay and repetitive pursuit of concept did seem to come at the cost of real-life clothes. That impression was only partly allayed by the closing group of shapely solid-colored dresses and coats.

– Nicole Phelps

Wednesday, August 06, 2008 smelly day.

Dear Diary,

Today, I ate a Reuben sandwich that viciously tore apart the roof of my mouth (much like Cap'n Crunch cereal) in an Irish pub that reaked of a subway platform on a hot summer's day. The pastrami was an unnerving hue of pepto bismol pink. Ooh and meat sheen. Kaliedescopic, oil slickesque meat sheen never fails to give me the willies.

Also, I wore my former signature perfume. I say ex- because it causes my olfactory sensing pathways to manifest the scent into a phantom hangover. Historically, I'd spritz l'eau d'vomit all over the head and crotch before a night of heavy carousing/rabble rousing. I'd envitably stumble home and fall alseep full clothed only to wake up still half drunk with sticky eyelids. Now-a-days, even I can't wear it, smell it, cruise by the fragrance counter, without feeling like I need someone {ahem, Jessica} to read to me from the AA bible, a'la reverse bedtime story. "You could have killed someone, or yourself." For shame.

Happy Birthday, Bella!

Bella turned 5 {35} the other day!
I was going to get her a dog cake, but I forgot.
I also forgot whether she was born on the 3rd or the 5th.
Good thing I don't have real kids!
Baby Bell photos:
(p. to the s. i made that tiny dog shirt out of a shirt sleeve)